Five hundred years of stacked Q, this one Q, unique and unparalleled throughout eternity!

There were many noble guards like him, who now surrounded the nobleman, looking down at the angry survivors.

Although there were quite a few superhumans in the desolate city, the truly courageous superhumans had all been wiped out in the previous resistance, leaving few besides the noble guards.

Those extraordinary individuals hidden among the people dared not resist when cornered by the cannibal army, let alone now when facing these nobles who have always ridden over them.

"Attack on nobles, kill!"

A cold voice came from the nobleman's mouth.

With a deep sense of sarcasm on his face, the nobleman looked at the survivors, as if he was about to make an example of them.

Without the slightest hesitation, the guard picked up the long sword tucked at his waist and slashed down.

"Oh!"

A violent explosion rang out, and a head exploded without warning.

With a spray of blood mixed with grayish-white matter, the mutilated flesh easily fell into the mouths of the smiling nobles.

Amidst the filth covering his face, the headless corpse of the noble guard slammed heavily to the ground, freezing the smiles on the faces of all the nobles.

Not far away, a handsome young man wearing a white coat and with a gentle smile on his face stepped into the void.

The air seemed to transform into solid steps beneath his feet as he steadily approached the walls of this desolate city.

Beside him, a beautiful nun with strange clothes and a cold demeanor followed closely.

In no time at all, they had climbed up the dilapidated city wall.

"Lishi Water?"

The nobles suppressed the fear on their faces and spoke in a fierce but insincere tone.

But as soon as he opened his mouth, he noticed the strong taste of blood and some kind of mixture of flesh and bone fragments, and his expression immediately changed.

"vomit!"

The nobles vomited one after another. The blood, flesh, and bone fragments that had turned into mud constantly stimulated his nerves. Even those nobles who were lucky enough not to have any of the blood and flesh mixture fall into their mouths gagged.

A strange stench suddenly filled the city wall.

Upon seeing this, Luo Tian frowned and stopped moving forward.

Stepping onto the gravity-constructed staircase by Ivania, Luo Tian gazed at the disheveled nobles and suddenly lost interest in verbally reprimanding them.

After all, it's difficult for someone with a normal worldview to explain anything to a bunch of parasitic idiots.

Luo Tian glanced at Ivania beside him out of the corner of his eye and said in a calm tone:

"Then... kill them all!"

The nobles on the city wall all changed their expressions, and one of them angrily shouted:

"The empire has sent down divine protection upon us, how dare you..."

Before she could finish speaking, Ivyia merely raised her beautiful, pale silver eyes and glanced indifferently at the dilapidated city wall.

An invisible force of gravity converged, and the heads of more than a dozen nobles, along with their cowardly guards, exploded all at once. Headless corpses crashed to the ground, and the flying blood and flesh stained the city wall crimson.

Completely ignoring the dead insects, Luo Tian looked indifferently at the giant golden hand in the distance.

Luo Tian gently placed his right hand on Ivynia's shoulder and took a step forward.

With a flash of golden light, the two figures vanished instantly, leaving only the survivors staring at each other on the city wall.

Chapter 152 The gods are dead, but mortals live on forever!

In the center of the battlefield, after a long silence, a giant golden hand slowly rose.

Within that enormous, deep pit, which resembled a man-made basin, lay the remains of corpses left behind after their flesh and blood had been evaporated by divine power.

Crushed white bones covered the entire land, resembling the legendary Plains of Bones in the Land of the Dead from a distance, a scene of utter desolation.

In the very center of this pile of white bones, only a gray shield still stands.

The once dazzling constellation of war in the sky now dimmed, the indestructible defense of the Divine Shield was now riddled with cracks, and even its golden color seemed to have faded under the divine power.

In the deep pit, Atreus's armor was shattered, the tough metal piercing his body and leaving huge wounds from which blood flowed freely.

Not far from Atreus, the winged demon wielding the magic sword had vanished, replaced by a magic sword stuck in the ground, its surface covered in cracks.

Panting heavily, Atreus retracted the now dim and lifeless Divine Shield.

As the skill was canceled, a "crack" sound suddenly appeared on the Dragon Scale Shield, and a huge crack almost tore the entire Dragon Scale Shield apart.

Looking down at the Dragon Spear in his right hand, he saw that under that giant hand that seemed to hold up Summoner's Rift, the Dragon Spear was instantly broken into three pieces, no longer possessing its former might.

A crushing defeat! An unprecedented crushing defeat!

Atreus looked around at the pile of bones and suddenly felt a sense of relief.

"At least, the cannibal army is completely gone."

The thought had barely crossed his mind when a series of enormous footsteps echoed across the plain of bones.

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

The steps were heavy, and with each step the entire plain seemed to tremble. The bones of those who died in the war seemed to be given life, struggling to get up from the ground.

However, as the footsteps landed, the owner of the sound paid no attention to the dry bones on the ground, easily crushing them.

Finally, what appeared before Atreus was a human with a full head of blond hair and a dignified face.

He wore leather armor that was completely different from the style of the Star World. He looked extremely tall and burly, but he was not a giant who exceeded human size. The muscle lines exposed by the leather armor carried a sense of near-perfect power.

Judging from his appearance, he was only in his thirties, but the years had left their mark on him, giving him an indescribable air of antiquity.

Looking directly at him, Atreus seemed to see countless illusory figures.

He is one of the twelve principal gods seated in the Hall of Gods, ruling over the billions of living beings below.

Some drove war chariots across the battlefield, unleashing a terrifying war that swept across the entire world.

There is a figure wielding a long sword, battling a beautiful goddess for the power to symbolize glorious victory.

A giant, seemingly incarnate, looked down at a bald ant wielding two blades...

In those images, Atreus could easily sense that they did not point to a single world.

Because in these scenes, some worlds are incredibly vast, even surpassing the universe created by the Creator Dragon King as understood by Atreus.

Some worlds are so weak that mortals fight each other in a tiny area, and even supernatural beings who consider themselves gods are sometimes defeated by ordinary people.

But without a doubt, the central figure in all the scenes is this burly man with a full head of blond hair.

Suddenly, everything behind the blond, burly man began to change.

One figure after another presented a completely different transformation from the blond, burly man, but Atreus could still find some similarities in those images.

For example... the main characters in these scenes mostly call themselves God of War, King of War, or Lord of War, and their names sound very similar.

Finally, a fleeting image caught his eye.

It was a figure clad in armor, wielding a spear and a round shield, standing atop the peak, proclaiming his name to the entire world.

"Atres!"

Atreus was suddenly jolted awake from the ever-changing images, his once resolute expression now filled with shock.

In front of him, a burly blond man stared at him, his indifferent voice slowly rising.

"My name is Ares, one of the war gods of all realms, the origin of the great war!"

He paused slightly, a hint of mockery flashing in the blond man's golden eyes.

"Similarly, you are also the prototype of Atreus, the war proto-spirit, who will inevitably ascend to the supreme and unique god of war in the future!"

"impossible!"

Atreus uttered a resolute refusal, picked up the tattered spear and shield with both hands, and stared intently at the man before him who called himself the God of War, Ares.

"Why is it impossible?" Ares shook his head slightly, asking with great interest.

"Atres is Atreus, he is not Pantheon, and he could not possibly have any connection with any Ares!"

The broken spear was pointed at Ares, who roared in anger.

"Since you call yourself the God of War, you shouldn't try to deceive me with such verbal tricks!"

"If you want to fight, I'll give you the fight!"

Having said that, the Star-Piercing Spear, reflecting the glittering constellations in the sky, unleashed its powerful force once more.

"Foolishness!"

Ares opened his enormous hand and easily crushed the Protoss power.

Looking up at the sky, a chariot symbolizing war streaks across the heavens like a shooting star, completely severing the connection between the entire region and the constellation of war.

Without the support of the War Constellation, Atreus, despite his many battles, could not suppress his injuries, and his aura weakened in an instant.

Despite being severely injured, he still held his gun and shield, staring intently at Ares with unwavering eyes.

Ares smiled and said in a deep voice:

"Actually, at the beginning, I didn't notice that you, who have the will to fight, are, in a way, an evolution of me from another world."

"If you hadn't killed that true god avatar, I probably wouldn't have been able to confirm your identity."

With his right hand extended again, Atreus's deep voice slowly rang out.

"Atreus, as my alter ego, you will have additional opportunities."

Join me, dedicate your war constellation to me, and I will allow you to become my subordinate god.

You will witness me annihilate those rebels, annihilate those worthless fools who possess only the title of War God but have no substance, ascend to the true pinnacle, and become the only one in all realms!

The oppressive feeling of the will to fight transformed into shackles, imprisoning Atreus.

With his teeth clenched, Atreus wanted to refuse, but without the support of the War Constellation, how could he possibly fight against a true god with profound foundations?

Atreus, burning with rage, had eyes blazing with fury, but under the oppressive weight of war, even his unyielding spear slowly bent low.

Just then, the cracked demonic sword lying on the ground suddenly flew into Atreus's hand, and powerful darkin energy filled his scarred body.

Atreus offered no resistance, allowing the Darkin power, accompanied by a burst of savage laughter, to gradually fill his body.

Breaking free from his shackles, Atreus swung his magic sword and slashed fiercely at Ares in front of him.